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He did it several more times, thoroughly punishing my bottom hole with the switch until I was begging and sobbing and pleading for mercy.

I hurt so bad. From the welts all over my bottom, to my stinging pussy and my burning asshole, I was in over my head, and I couldn’t see any way out.

I sobbed, big fat tears rolling down my cheeks and something inside me broke.

Finally, the switch paused.

Silas crouched down, his lips brushing the back of my neck, his fingers trailing along the edge of the leather binding my wrists.

“Now, bad girl, your switching is over, but your punishment is far from done,” he growled, and my pussy clenched tight as I heard the sound of his zipper descending. I looked over my shoulder, watching him as he freed his cock from the confines of his jeans.

His fingers dug into my hips, holding me still as he dragged the tip of his cock against my slick pussy, sliding between the lips, teasing my clit.

“S-Silas?—”

“You want it, don’t you, Wildcat? You want my cock deep in this needy little pussy. You need to come with this bare little ass covered with my welts, don’t you?”

I exhaled in a rush, my body burning, trembling, throbbing. I sniffed back my tears and nodded.

“Please,” I begged, the plea escaping against my will.

His cock teased against my entrance, so close, and yet not nearly enough.

“Beg,” he growled, his hands like vises on my hips. “Beg me to fuck you.”

I bit my tongue, but the word slipped out anyway.

“Please.”

His palm cracked across my already burning ass and I yelped.

“Say it,” he demanded.

I inhaled sharply. “Please fuck me, Alpha,” I whispered, my voice barely a breath, the words so soft and fragile.

It was the only invitation he needed, not that he needed one right now.

He slid inside, thick and formidable, burying himself to the hilt with one brutal thrust.

I screeched, my head falling forward, the sudden filling of my body overwhelming me. He adjusted his hold on me, his fingers pressing into my welted skin as he pulled out and drove back in, and then he began to fuck me like a wild animal.

The rough bark scraped my bare stomach and the belt bit into my wrists as his hips slammed against me, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises.

It hurt. Everything hurt: the switch, the belt, his grip.

Yet, there was some deep, primitive part of me that forced me not to cry out, not to beg him to stop, not to moan, not to tell him to goharder, faster.

“Is this what you wanted, Wildcat?”

I shuddered as his cock pounded into me, his hips snapping against my ass, the wet, lewd sounds of him fucking me filling the quiet of the forest. I hoped the rest of the group couldn’t hear this, but even if they could, there was nothing I could do to stop the moans that finally escaped my lips or the savage sounds he was making as he fucked me.

There was nothing I could do to stop this at all. My purpose was to take it.

For a moment, just a fleeting moment, I let myself sink into it.

Silas leaned down over me, his body caging me in, pinning me against the rough log, his hips still battering against my ravaged body, fucking me deeper, harder, like he was trying to break me.

“You wanted me to punish you, to put you in your place, to make you come all over my cock. You wanted all this, and this soaking wet little pussy gives you up each and every time it clenches around my cock,” he whispered hoarsely.